"Why have you been in a state of slump these days?"

On the road twenty miles away in Suzhou, Chen Qiu, who was riding on a horse, tilted his head and looked at the little iron yawning beside him.

He looked up and down in confusion, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Under the black veil of the hat, a strange smile appeared.

He said to Xiao Tie:

"Young people are afraid they are getting older, but after listening to my elder brother's advice, you should work in moderation. If you play too much, you will be harmful to your health."

"ah?"

Xiao Tie, who looked tired, couldn't understand what Chen Qiu said.

He said to Chen Qiu with two big dark circles:

"I haven't had a good sleep these days, and I always dream. After I get up, I feel soreness in my back, as if I will have a fight with people in my dreams.

But the strange thing is that when I wake up, I think about the things in my dreams, but I can't remember them."

"Do you have insomnia and dreamy?"

Chen Qiu stroked his chin and said:

"Maybe it's too angry, so I have to find a doctor. Just so happens, the mustard seed master in the Sumeru Zen Temple is proficient in the art of Qihuang. I'll go there later. Remember to ask him to help you see."

"It's nothing, either."

Xiao Tie shrugged, and the dragon and tiger fighting energy in his body walked around the meridians, which drove away the fatigue and made Xiao Tie's spirit better.

He patted his muscles' arms and said to Chen Qiu:

"This is not a bad thing. My dragon and tiger fighting spirit has grown very quickly these days, and every time I practice the Canghai Sword Style, I feel that I have realized something.

The master once told me that this Canghai Sword Style emphasizes accumulating strength.

If you think about it carefully, I have been practicing Canghai Sword for ten years, and maybe the breakthrough in swordsmanship will be in these few months."

"Oh? Then this is a great thing."

Chen Qiu smiled.

He raised his head, looked at the forked road in front of him, and said to Xiao Tie:

"Walk here and walk a few more miles to the Sumeru Zen Temple. Qingqing doesn't know how he is doing. Oh, by the way, Xiao Tie, there is another person living in that Zen Temple."

Chen Qiu thought of Zhang Lan's slut, and his tone became unkind. He said to Xiao Tie:

"That man is called Zhang Lan, and he has some friendship with me.

But he is a lustful person, very rogue. You are a good child, but you must not learn from him."

"oh."

Xiao Tie responded.

Behind the two, there was a carriage containing things brought from Luoyang, and some items that Langseng asked them to send to the Zen temple.

Some Buddhist clothes and gifts from Lang Mutou.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Sumeru Zen Temple.

This place is much quieter than Chen Qiu’s memory, and is not as lively as it was during the Suzhou War.

I think so, it was almost eight months since I went to Qilu and Liaodong, and when I came back to Suzhou, the aftermath of the battle between good and evil in Suzhou had already dissipated.

Even the storytellers in the city didn't mention the old story anymore.

The most popular storytelling nowadays is the battle between good and evil in the martial arts world that is still underway in Huainan and Xiaoxiang.

Chen Qiu got off the horse, walked up to knock on the door, and soon someone opened the gate of the courtyard. He was a young monk wearing a gray cloth robes. He was strong and had a steady pace. He was obviously a trainee.

The pair of copper bell eyes he had looked fierce and evil, but his temperament was quite gentle.

There was a circle of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and there were jujube wood bracelets that were turning at all times on his wrist. He looked at Chen Qiu in front of him, and then chanted the Buddha's name and said softly:

"The Sumeru Zen Temple does not accept foreign guests, please come back."

"I'm not a foreigner."

Chen Qiu didn't care either. Master Mustard Seed has a calm personality, so it was natural to practice in a closed-door manner.

He also closed his hands and leaned over to the monk, saying:

"My junior sister lives in the Zen temple. Her name is Fan Qingqing. She is learning piano skills with Master Mustard Seed. In addition, we were also entrusted by Master Heiming in Luoyang to give Master Mustard Seed some Buddhist scriptures to Master Mustard Seed."

"Ah, are you Young Master Chen Qiu?"

The monk widened his eyes and suddenly realized.

A smile appeared on his face, and he turned to the side and invited Chen Qiu and his party to enter the manor.

He said:

"Miss Qingqing often talks about Young Master Chen's deeds to the young monks and others. Uncle Mustard Seed also instructed that if the Young Master returns, he can move on his own in the Zen temple.

The little monk moved the things, and the young hero went to see Miss Qingqing."

After saying that, the young monk walked up and brought down several large boxes on the carriage.

The two boxes were piled together, which was already very heavy. Ordinary men couldn't move them up, but the monk held them up with both hands, holding two boxes on each side, just like performing acrobatics.

But the walking was quite steady, and the box that was built did not deflect at all.

Xiao Tie was curious and even held up the remaining two boxes as if they were the monk. He was born with divine power and it was very easy to hold them up.

But to ensure balance, it is a bit difficult and you can't go too fast.

"Master, good kung fu!"

Chen Qiu exclaimed and said to the monk:

"Mr. Chen came to the Zen Temple last time and had never seen a master. Is the master new to Suzhou?"

"Um."

The monk held four boxes and his breath was stable. While following Chen Qiu to the warehouse of the Zen Temple, he replied:

"The little monk came to Suzhou five months ago. Young Master Chen should not call him the little monk a master. The little monk is just an ordinary Nirvana monk.

This time, Feng Yuanwu was hosted by the host. He came to Suzhou to protect Master Mustard Seed and Master Yuan with the other five brothers."

"I see."

Chen Qiu nodded and said:

"I heard from the monks in Luoyang that this Sumeru Zen Temple will be a branch of Nirvana Temple in Suzhou. Masters must be the one who wants to preach Buddhism in this prosperous place in Suzhou. This is a great good deed.

Haven't asked the Master's name yet?"

The monk smiled, put the box in his hand into the warehouse of the Zen Temple, clapped his hands again, and then he clasped Chen Qiu's hands together and said:

"The little monk's Dharma name Kongwu."

"Iron Niu! Iron Niu? Come quickly. The Japanese young master lost to you yesterday, but today I have realized that I must humiliate you, a little bald donkey."

A noisy sound came from the yard outside the warehouse.

Chen Qiu saw a hint of embarrassment flashing on Monk Kongwu's face in front of him, so he turned around and looked around.

I saw a gray figure crossing the courtyard wall lightly and falling into the courtyard like leaves.

Although she was wearing a gray monk's robe, she had long hair and made her hair very elegant. She not only had a scholar's bun, but she also held a folding fan in her hand.

Isn’t this Zhang Lan, the dude in Xihua? Who is it?

"Ah! Chen Qiu's little thief!"

Zhang Lan took a few Buddhist scriptures and landed in the yard.

He originally wanted to find Monk Kongwu to distinguish the scriptures, but when he saw Chen Qiu, he couldn't stop his anger. He opened the fan, threw down the Buddhist scriptures, and rushed towards Chen Qiu.

"You unkind thief!

I ran out to have a happy life, but left this young master in this monk temple! Do you know how I have survived these months?

Ah! Chen Qiu’s little thief, eat this young master’s palm!”

As the ghosts and wolves howled, Zhang Lan's left hand was clasped into a claw and called Chen Qiu in front of him.

Xiaoyao Youti Zong used it, allowing Zhang Lan to fly between the ghost shadows and roar, bringing out several afterimages, which were hard to see clearly the true or false.

His handsome face also had a twisted muscles and his eyes were filled with pain.

Obviously, he was still calculating about Chen Qiu leaving him alone in the Zen temple eight months ago.

Facing the aggressive Zhang Lan, Chen Qiu didn't care.

He didn't draw the knife, nor did he deal with it.

Beside him, Monk Kongwu looked serious and saw Zhang Lan going crazy, he started to punch. As the wind broke through, Kongwu's fist was hitting Zhang Lan's claws.

With a light sound, Zhang Lan was knocked back, and Monk Kongwu's body just shook.
To be continued...